My father’s a genius

So… being the naive do-good attention seeker that he is, my father decided to go visit one of his coworkers (who he did not have any connection with by the way) who was a patient at the intensive burn unit at UNC with guess what? Flesh eating bacteria. This guy felt like he had a cold, got really sick later in the day, went to the ER, next thing he knows, he’s been in a coma for a month and lost all his skin (And looks like something from another planet).

So, ignoring the suggestions of medical personnel, my dad doesn’t just go once, he goes twice, and interacts with this guy for a few hours.

Now, for all of us other regular folks, we’d google the disease first before doing something so stupid. Turns out, this disease is extremely contagious to those with open wounds and a compromised immune system.

Guess what? Both him and I are recovering from severe sunburns from our fishing trip and (shedding skin, open sores) on top of that, I had cuts from when I wrestled with my coworker’s dog. Best of all? I’ve got a sore throat.

Finally to really stick a cherry on top of it all, I found out about all of this a few minutes ago. Two days after his first visit with this dude.

Basically, if I die, I want one of you to go to my funeral and call him an idiot.

themeeg: tin-pan-ali: taking-the-tardis-to-asgard: mymahoganymyrules: maslab: jykinturah: nomiros: takeshitakenji: “Someone should write a book where the main character slowly falls in love with the reader.” Last line of the book : “Please, don’t close the book, I don’t want to die” oh my god I’d just like, keep the book open and tape it to a wall. I’m almost afraid to want it. John Green, we’re waiting. “So I guess this is it, isn’t it? There are no more chapters, right? You said we were getting close and that was a while ago.” I stared up into the sky, it was the same old sky there had always been, except for some rainclouds that hadn’t been there a few minutes ago. It wasn’t raining, but they were still floating up there, grey and dismal. You begin to ask me something.“Don’t ask me how I know, I just do. Things just feel really final right now, like the downward slope is starting to level out. Eventually… We’ll hit the back cover, right?” I sat down on a bench- had that been there a few minutes ago? It was hard to tell. “Did you say yes? I think I heard you. Your voice keeps getting harder to hear.” Thunder rumbled, but… It wasn’t like the thunder I’m used to. It sounded like you, and it sounded sad. From one of the clouds, a single drop of rain fell on the grainy wood of the bench. “… You’re crying, aren’t you? I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. I wish I could change this. I wish I could reach where you are.” Thunder rolled again, and behind it was a voice. Your voice. “Me? I’ll be fine, I think. I don’t know if this has ever happened before. I don’t really know what happens when you… close the book.” You ask me if I’m afraid. And oddly, I’m not. “No, actually. Because… Whatever happens to me when you close the cover… You can always open the book up again, right?” and that’s when the answer hits me, the realization jolting me to stand again. “That’s it, isn’t it? You can open it back up. The words won’t change, but I’ll still be here. You can meet me all over again, and I can meet you, and everything we have will come back.” It’s raining now, and the clouds have merged together, and in them, for the first time… I see you.  You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my entire life. You’re crying, but it’s quiet, and maybe that was the sound of your tears hitting paper. I realize that we don’t have a lot of time. “Listen- before it’s all over- I want you to know that everything, all of this… Even being over, it was worth it. It was worth it to meet you, to get to know you. Even if when you close that cover and I disappear- it was all worth it. I love you.” You love me too, I know it, I can feel it, just like for a moment I can feel what it would be like to hold your hand. There is a very long pause, and I realize you’re prolonging what has to happen. “You can do it.” For the first time, you have to be the hero. You have to close the book so we can keep going. And I believe in you. The sky gets darker, slowly, but then it gets light again, and your face is still up in those clouds. You open your mouth and for the first time I HEAR you, not just feel what you’re saying or understand you in my own head, your voice comes through the pages in your world and into the reality of mine, and it reverberates and I can hear every little nuance, down to the hitch from you crying. “I’ll never forget you,” you say. “I’ll come back soon.” The end. SOMEONE DID AND NOW IM EMOTIONAL Huh… Didn’t see this sweep through tumblr…
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themeeg:

tin-pan-ali:

taking-the-tardis-to-asgard:

mymahoganymyrules:

maslab:

jykinturah:

nomiros:

takeshitakenji:

“Someone should write a book where the main character slowly falls in love with the reader.”

Last line of the book : “Please, don’t close the book, I don’t want to die”

oh my god

I’d just like, keep the book open and tape it to a wall.

I’m almost afraid to want it.

John Green, we’re waiting.

“So I guess this is it, isn’t it? There are no more chapters, right? You said we were getting close and that was a while ago.”

I stared up into the sky, it was the same old sky there had always been, except for some rainclouds that hadn’t been there a few minutes ago. It wasn’t raining, but they were still floating up there, grey and dismal.

You begin to ask me something.

“Don’t ask me how I know, I just do. Things just feel really final right now, like the downward slope is starting to level out. Eventually… We’ll hit the back cover, right?”

I sat down on a bench- had that been there a few minutes ago? It was hard to tell.

“Did you say yes? I think I heard you. Your voice keeps getting harder to hear.”

Thunder rumbled, but… It wasn’t like the thunder I’m used to. It sounded like you, and it sounded sad. From one of the clouds, a single drop of rain fell on the grainy wood of the bench.

“… You’re crying, aren’t you? I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. I wish I could change this. I wish I could reach where you are.”

Thunder rolled again, and behind it was a voice. Your voice.

“Me? I’ll be fine, I think. I don’t know if this has ever happened before. I don’t really know what happens when you… close the book.”

You ask me if I’m afraid.

And oddly, I’m not.

“No, actually. Because… Whatever happens to me when you close the cover… You can always open the book up again, right?” and that’s when the answer hits me, the realization jolting me to stand again. “That’s it, isn’t it? You can open it back up. The words won’t change, but I’ll still be here. You can meet me all over again, and I can meet you, and everything we have will come back.”

It’s raining now, and the clouds have merged together, and in them, for the first time… I see you. 

You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my entire life.

You’re crying, but it’s quiet, and maybe that was the sound of your tears hitting paper.

I realize that we don’t have a lot of time.

“Listen- before it’s all over- I want you to know that everything, all of this… Even being over, it was worth it. It was worth it to meet you, to get to know you. Even if when you close that cover and I disappear- it was all worth it. I love you.”

You love me too, I know it, I can feel it, just like for a moment I can feel what it would be like to hold your hand.

There is a very long pause, and I realize you’re prolonging what has to happen.

“You can do it.”

For the first time, you have to be the hero. You have to close the book so we can keep going. And I believe in you.

The sky gets darker, slowly, but then it gets light again, and your face is still up in those clouds. You open your mouth and for the first time I HEAR you, not just feel what you’re saying or understand you in my own head, your voice comes through the pages in your world and into the reality of mine, and it reverberates and I can hear every little nuance, down to the hitch from you crying.

“I’ll never forget you,” you say. “I’ll come back soon.”

The end.

SOMEONE DID AND NOW IM EMOTIONAL

Huh… Didn’t see this sweep through tumblr…

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ripsher: As part of a talk yesterday, I used one of my photos from Singapore to help demonstrate the problem with Feature Creep. These are air conditioning units on an ice cream factory. “Feature creep, creeping featurism or featuritis is the ongoing expansion or addition of new features in a product, such as in computer software. Extra features go beyond the basic function of the product and so can result in over-complication rather than simple design.” (source: Wikipedia.com) I find this strangely attractive…
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ripsher:

As part of a talk yesterday, I used one of my photos from Singapore to help demonstrate the problem with Feature Creep. These are air conditioning units on an ice cream factory.

“Feature creep, creeping featurism or featuritis is the ongoing expansion or addition of new features in a product, such as in computer software. Extra features go beyond the basic function of the product and so can result in over-complication rather than simple design.” (source: Wikipedia.com)

I find this strangely attractive…